The Newark Steampunks were joined by a few of our colourful colleagues from Lincoln, who gave a few lessons in parasol duelling to Tony and the rest of us!

It is so good to see a strong turn out at our meetings in The Flying Circus, even a latecomer like me who introduced my visiting sister to the group, who was much taken with Mr Frisby’s tales of tuneable bones.

So, some pictures of our colourful brigade of governors and detectives.

Be honest. You’d all worry if I got one of my little meeting reports out even vaguely on time, after all I have a life of writing about small birds and attempting to run the wildly fluctuating weight off my hide to live. As well as drinking sugarless tea with a side serving of packets of biscuits.

I know, my life is a massive set of counter intuitive paradoxes.

Well, you want to see the pictures and I have sugarless, joyless tea to drink before I go to my bed.

I seem to have established a tradition by which photographs of the last meet go out just before the next one is due to occur, which is very silly of me indeed. The Steampunk who looks not much like one was off his A Game, as he was in the middle of a shift, but he was pleased to see such a good turnout, with so many new faces.

Some were from distant lands too!

Sadly Mr Frisby did not leap onto the stage and blow his harp or bash his spoons, but there was plenty else going on to keep people entertained.

I’d completely forgotten I’d taken these photographs of our July gathering at the delightful Flying Circus, so I thought I’d whizz them up for you. I still feel like a bit of an outsider as my literary interests and ability outweigh my dressing up ability, not to mention finances.

But luckily, other talented members of the group make of for this, and we always look a striking crew when we are doing our “Steampunk Outreach Work” – i.e. drinking in busy pubs. STeven in particular was keen to show off his spoon playing, although the photographs may be unclear in what he is actually doing.